Ding Dong Ditch

He was back at it again. He simply couldn't let sleeping dogs lie. He had thought about the fight he and Valdis and the baby alpha had, and he was irked that he'd lost. Now losing against Valdis was one thing, he knew she was one of the best warriors ever. But the fact that it happened with an Abaven wolf in the mix, well...that simply wouldn't slide. He was pissed about it, perhaps even salty. Actually, he was pretty salty about it. So he returned to heckle the borders of Abaven, just on the outskirts of the bay. He pissed here and there, taunting and seeing if anyone would come out. Though he did it nonchalantly, to others, he was being the dick he always tended to be. Did he care? Nah. Not at all. Was he afraid? Definitely not. His own family had the tendency to antagonize Abaven in their own ways, so in a way, he was kind of carrying on that tradition. The bulky male sniffed around the bank of the bay, digging a hole here, digging a hole there. At this point, vandalizing the border line in a way.